John and I had lunch in An Ethiopian restuarant in Kabala Gala. The food was delicious and John liked it so much. It was a restuarant with no name but lots of customers. Although it was not the first time I went there, I still enjoyed the food very much.
Since John's girlfriend was killed during the bombing, we wanted to see the original site where the bomb went off. The site was not far from the restuarant where we had lunch. After we arrived at the site, we saw the door to the place was closed and no officials can be seen around the place. Everything was as normal as it can be. I was fooled by the peaceful surrounding and started taking photos.
After I took two photos, a local policeman showed up and grabbed my camera. I tried to explain my intention, but the policeman was just too eager to not listen to any of my words. He wanted to send me to the station and have me arrested. On the way to the station, we were stopped by another police officer trying to play a good man and ask for a bribe. I resented it. We were then led to be interrogated by a higher-ranking officer-an arrogant woman who made up her mind about us being terrorists.
She asked for my ID which I did not have at that time. She then said, "you are more dangerous now."
When she asked why I had a empty cig box in my pocket, I replied, " madam, so where do you think I can throw it? On the street? I finished my last cig after lunch and then was arrested by you."
Things turned in fact very funny in the end. She rang her boss to ask about what to do and was told to let us go. Before I went into her office, her boss was already contacted by Mac. So things turned out to be on our side. We were fleed after nearly an hour being detained.
Michal, I did not work this Sunday! I wanted to have couple of drinks in Bota Bota Bar on top of the Garden City after having lunch, but I was arrested. I'll try something new next Sunday perhaps.
What a day...
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